Awake too early.
This morning I got to watch Caillou with Oscar. Now there's nothing wrong with Caillou, I have nothing against bald, four year old Canadians, and I watch a lot of Caillou in the summertime. In the summertime the sun comes up at some ridiculously early point in the morning, and the kids just can't seem to stay in bed once the sun has been up for two or three hours. I don't know why, its a perfectly good thing to do; they just must have missed that one gene when picking characteristics from me.
But right now its not summertime, its the middle of winter. The sun isn't even really up at 7:30am, its just hinting at the brief appearance its going to make a little later. And thanks to that its also rather cold downstairs.
Oscar didn't seem to understand all this. Despite it being early, despite it being dark, despite it being cold; we got up and watched PBS. Tomorrow I'm hiding under the covers.